Novel & Cerita James Clear Wife

Her lies, spewed under the cover of being a reporter, made me tremble with rage. "You're lying through your teeth! Wilson is my husband, not yours." Rowena Jones paused, then smirked like she had caught me in a slip-up. "Wilson's your husband? Prove it." "I..." "Here's my marriage certificate with Wilson. Got anything like that?" She waved two certificates from her bag, flaunting them for me and the camera to see. A chill ran through me. How on earth did she have a marriage certificate with Wilson?

"How hard can it be to subdue one woman-" "She's Crystal. Ruby's sister." The silence that follows is as loud as their yell and I look to see that they had their eyes wide in shock. "Oh!" James retreats. "Fuck! That complicated," Mike runs his fingers through his hair. "Last I heard, she's married-" "That was five years ago and her husband is human. She was disowned too-" "Yes, I know about all of that," I cut them short, unable to bear it any longer as I lowered my head and shut my eyes once more. "She's my mate."

He wanted me to do the story in first person as if he were telling it. Some may not agree with what he and his wife have done, or not like the story, but it is your choice to read it or not. Please Read and Enjoy.. ************** My name is James Trainer. My wife, Amy, and I have been married for almost eleven years, tying the knot after we graduated college. She is thirty-four, gorgeous with nice large breasts and a great rear end. She has beautiful, mesmerizing green eyes, red hair, and the face of a model. Besides being gorgeous she is very intelligent and graduated law school, magna cum laude. I feel very lucky to have her.

He couldn't look at Lily, and he definitely couldn't look at Greg. Then, the front door opened. "We’re here!" James’s voice boomed from the foyer. James walked into the dining room looking smugger than usual. But he wasn't alone. He was holding the hand of a woman with sharp, beautiful features and a weary strength in her eyes. And gripped in her other hand was a little girl—maybe five or six years old—with a head full of curls and a face that felt hauntingly familiar. "Everyone," James said, his voice dripping with pride. "Meet Marie. My wife. We got married last month in Vegas."

Eric looked startled and said aggrieved, “What do you mean? I’m your husband. Are you still thinking about another man?” I ignored him and finally spoke to her calmly. I said, “Even if you pretend to be Wendy, it is useless. Her position has already been revoked, and the company already has a new general manager.” After her staged death, someone quickly replaced her. She looked like she had been struck again. She glared at me and became hysterical. “Was this your doing? What right do you have to take my position?!” I shook my head lightly. “Go home and live your life. Stop clinging to illusions.”

"I don't care if she is your real daughter or not! The only thing I care about is that she is my wife now and anyone of you don't get a fuc*** right to slap her let alone touch even a single hair of hers!" Mrs Hamilton looked shocked. Her head moving in a no as she approaches him. "Listen to me Son... please sit down!! At least hear-' "I will no longer sit down and get your respect when you dare to disrespect my wife!! Listen good Mrs Hamilton because I hate to repeat myself....her name is Elle Lockwood now and before you go around hitting my wife in my house in front of my staff....just remembered what I can do to your company with just a flick of my finger."

there was nothing I could do. Hours seemed to pass, and the only thing I could do was make rounds of coffee and order food. Every bite tasted like cardboard, but I forced it down. I needed energy regardless of the situation. Clarity and being rational was critical right now, but it was hard to muster my normal strategic thinking when all I could think about was where my wife was and what Carter was doing with her. I rubbed my wedding ring absentmindedly as I took a few breaths. Without Christian here, the atmosphere was tense, but I think I may have punched him in the face if he stayed.

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

"Stop! Please stop. No matter what, he's still my husband." Her words only made things worse, and they pelted me with bottles even harder. James saw her trying to protect me and grew even more vicious with the bottles. He was the one who shouted, "He's an animal! Don't pity him, Hazel!" Court security quickly restrained those who had lost control. When the crowd finally settled, I was lying on the floor, my body twitching. "Dear, are you alright?" Hazel kneeled beside me, pressing her hands against my chest, shaking me desperately. "Please be okay! I'll agree to the divorce, alright? Your well-being is all that matters!"

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de